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... titched together by madness, each bolt a scream of fractured reality. The winds howled with the voices of the dead, their cries weaving through the air like a chorus of lost souls. Mountains floated in midair, held aloft by threads of Lucien’s unstable gravitational field, their jagged peaks glowing with an eerie, crimson light. The battlefield was a canvas of chaos, the ground shattered into prismatic shards, the air thick with the scent of blood and ozone.
Across the desolate plain sto ...
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